A whole year has passed since she transitioned to another plane of being. We remember her fondly every day. She told us to get this house. She was always with me in the studio. You can imagine her barking on the track.

An Empty House with Us In It

Industrialistic hardware techno & mechanized soundscapes

towards apotheosis on the left hand path.this machine is heavy and filthy
raw and ruthless.for concentration and disorientation.exploring spiritual depths and unlock unexplored mysteries of the mind. there are tree sides to every story and not one of them is true.bend your mind and set your spirit adrift. hypermeditation

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

An Empty House with Us In It

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